A black soot stainStruck across the skyThe shadow crept up the wall and stayedEclipse in her daddies eyeShe prepared for an occupationShe climed she cut awayBut with each cut the root grew deeperAnd she drown in his blood embraceSo where are your angels?A dirty old claw caught at her breastBlood on the kitchen floorA tightrope yawning at her undressHer skyline all rip and tornShe prepared for an occupationShe climbed she cut awayThe crows to steal on her battlefieldSharpen her bloodied nailSo where are your angels?Charlie's rack salt peterPissing spit and clawThe crows to steal on her batlefieldShe's down on the bedroom floorShe collapse in a rain of whale spillShe ride the briding spreeShe white feather blindOn her washing lineI cut cut cut cut her free